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Make her touch a bowl before a bag

Yeah

Everytime I call a Bentley

I gotta get em cleaned

When you walk around like this

Gotta watch your back

Gotta watch your squad

I'm right at the middle

I was at the bottom

I pour up this Wock and put a Perc inside it fizzle

Yeah I think that I'm addicted to this ecstasy a little

I went and put pointers in the watch, yeah

Now sit back and watch, yeah

I went inside Chanel and dropped that 20 let's head out

Think they trendy for a minute but don't really last at all

You was mad you act like you wasn't seen you laugh it off

I'm holding them guns outside they see me blasting off

Twizzy serving chickens, serving bricks

I been in the kitchen, yeah yeah

Making hits, yeah

I been on a mission

I put rags to rich

Nah you don't gotta listen

I'll tell you what it is

When I'm done spinning the Benz

They thinking bout squashing shit

My brother came in with the blick

He thinking bout lighting this shit

We highering and firing shit

You know that we find shit

Been here before they came out the glicks

Buddy got stick, know he gonna miss

We on his head, like it's a tick

We had them sticks in the Rick

No we not sliding gotta get out the whip

Know that these p**s might drop a little clip

We gonna talk money on money

If I consider to get the boy killed

Where is your cup

I'll give you a tip

Try to take him out, won't get an inch

My partner done came out the kennel

Bet he related to Vick

Say there's a chip on my shoulder

I want you to eat a little chip

Big black truck with the rims

Step on that boy, ain't talking no Timb

He don't got that fire, can't jump out the gym

Feel like I'm Barney I slide him

Feel like I'm Barney I slide him

We approaching that boy and take your little ratchet

Know I got that fire, I shoot at your daddy

I point at the boy, you know they attacking

Morale I'm toting the cannon

Morale I'm toting the cannon

I ain't got time to be dealing you nagging

Tactical shit, with the attachment

Wipe that boy out someone give me a napkin

Feel like Pharrell, know that I'm happy

Hitting them folks, doing transactions

I clutch a blicky when I take a nap

I keep that m**r right in the matress

Need to go kick that shit wanting new caskets

Say I kicked the cup but I really was fasting